[Confessions of an English Zombie Fancier] Words From Wales

"Hey Hark. Come down here for a minute." *wanders down steps to pretty balcony-ish thing overlooking the beach at Portmeirion (no giant golf ball was in evidence)* "I was just wondering, if you're not busy, d'you think you could, at some point in the future, see your way clear to marrying me?" *headbutts Von in the chest a few times, calls him a boo and eventually manages to say:* "